was gentle and true and all absorbing. He would bid her be patient
till she saw he had mastered himself, till he could come with his
soul in harness,

"I am glad I didn't fight when they jumped us," he said. "Now
we'll get our property back and all the money they took out--that
is, if McNamara hasn't salted it."

"Yes; all that's necessary is to file the documents, then serve
the Judge and McNamara. You'll be back on Anvil Creek to-morrow."

Having placed their documents on record at the court-house, the
two men continued to McNamara's office. He met them with courtesy.

"I heard you had a narrow escape this morning, Mr. Wheaton. Too
bad! What can I do for you?"

The lawyer rapidly outlined his position and stated in conclusion:

"I filed certified copies of these orders with the clerk of the
court ten minutes ago, and now I make formal demand upon you to
turn over the Midas to Messrs. Glenister and Dextry, and also to
return all the gold-dust in your safe-deposit boxes in accordance
with this writ." He handed his documents to McNamara, who tossed
them on his desk without examination.

"Well," said the politician, quietly, "I won't do it."

Had he been slapped in the face the attorney would not have been
more astonished.